A/N- I own nothing, but me and my characters. If they originally belonged to the WWE, then I claim nothing, but a whole lot of fantasies...enjoy.
It's fucking hot. Very fucking hot. I sighed.
"Look HAPPY!" John Cena said to me in a stage whisper. Figures he'd be the one to say that…he has the time of his life at these. I have no clue how we ended up in Israel. Someone knew someone and after stopping in Egypt for our world tour, we ended up doing an autograph signing before performing in Tel Aviv. I signed my name for the teenage boy in front of me and smiled for a picture.
"Todah Rabah!" he said with a huge smile on his face. After the 15th person, I understood that meant thank you in Hebrew. I scooted my chair a little farther back under the awning that hung over us and pulled my hat a little lower.
"Hottie coming your way," Randy Orton, who was sitting next to me, said in a low voice. I stood, pretending to stretch, and turned to look down the line. I saw her immediately. Not exactly a model, but in good shape, and a big chest. She had on a tank top, shorts, and sneakers. Her shoulder length hair was held back with one of those stretchy headbands I've seen the "Divas" wearing when they're in the gym. She was holding hands with a little boy who by the look on his face, wasn't handling being in line well. I kept an eye on her as I signed autographs.
She was right behind a woman with a sandy haired kid who looked to be 7 or 8. That's when the little boy started screaming. She picked him up and he started to squirm, accidently hitting her in the face.
"Oh my god! That hurt Eyal!" She rubbed her cheek and I sat there in stunned silence. Randy beat me to it.
"You're American?" She wiggled Eyal around so she was holding him like a baby. He was still upset, but the position seemed to be helping.
"As apple pie," she said smiling at him. She turned and looked at me, and I could see her grin widen.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing." Nothing my ass. That was the type of grin that said, "I'll be at your hotel room tonight ready to fuck you stupid." I was having visions of her under me moaning my name with her ankles locked behind my neck.
She turned to the woman in front of her and said something in Hebrew. The sandy haired boy looked at the hottie and said something in Hebrew to both women. My girl grinned and ducked under a security chain, still holding Eyal, and then put him down. She started to do a silly dance and I watched in fascination. Eyal started laughing and mimicked her moves.
"That's Michelle," said the boy, "she's with my little brother Eyal. You're her favorite wrestler." I felt a bell go off in my head. That's not her kid. And I'm her favorite…
"And who are you?" I asked.
"I'm Itai. This is my Ima Simi." I looked over at Simi who was watching me with a slight smile on her face.
"We're from Boston Massachusetts and yes, she's single." I must have looked a little stunned, because her next words were, "I saw you watching her when we were still a few feet away."
Oh, she's good.
"How'd you end up here?"
"My Aba is one of the owners of the building you are performing in tonight." Simi said being careful of her word selection as most people would when speaking in their second language, "my husband is a huge wrestling fan, so we thought we'd combine a trip to visit my family with coming to the show. "
The line was getting restless, so I signed an autograph for Itai, and signed another one for Michelle. I watched Simi and Itai join Michelle and Eyal and they turned to walk into the arena.
Stephen leaned over behind John and poked me. "You need to talk to her fella, I saw that smile. That's the kind of smile that would make you a very happy man."
Indeed it would. I had another vision of her in my hotel room, riding me, her breasts bouncing gently. I felt my cock twitch.
"Down boy," I mumbled under my breath and readjusted myself. This autograph session couldn't end soon enough.